There will be no cheating. There will be no sneaking around. There will be no exceptions to My rules.

Once I've locked you up, you have a few choices: Obey and follow My orders, so that you may earn My favor, or focus on yourself, fail, and feel the deep shame that comes with disappointing Me.
There is no "sneak a quick wank" or "remove without permission so I can do this one thing real quick" option. Nope.

I'm going to lock you with a single-use, uniquely-numbered padlock. The ONLY WAY to remove it is to cut it. And it is impossible to put it back together once you've broken it. For far too
long, you've been playing with chastity like it's a fun game. It's time you realized that this is serious: I want you trained. I want obedience. I want service. I want total
control.

This will take away your last loophole. This will be your distance training, and I will check in on you every single day to make sure you're doing My work. This is not supposed to be easy; your
growth as My slave will take work and devotion. I'm officially removing your escape route.

There will be no cheating. There will be no sneaking around. There will be no exceptions to My rules.

Once I've locked you up, you have a few choices: Obey and follow My orders, so that you may earn My favor, or focus on yourself, fail, and feel the deep shame that comes with disappointing Me.
There is no "sneak a quick wank" or "remove without permission so I can do this one thing real quick" option. Nope.

I'm going to lock you with a single-use, uniquely-numbered padlock. The ONLY WAY to remove it is to cut it. And it is impossible to put it back together once you've broken it. For far too
long, you've been playing with chastity like it's a fun game. It's time you realized that this is serious: I want you trained. I want obedience. I want service. I want total
control.

This will take away your last loophole. This will be your distance training, and I will check in on you every single day to make sure you're doing My work. This is not supposed to be easy; your
growth as My slave will take work and devotion. I'm officially removing your escape route.

Once you embrace your inferiority, you are free to be fully engulfed by The Goddess. It will relieve you of your existential chains and embrace you in the sweet bondage of service and submission.
Accept it.

Hear Me speak to your deepest fears and insecurities. Listen to the truth that you know is real, but when it is spoken aloud by Me, with perfect accuracy, becomes devastating to the core. I
am inside your brain. I always have been. It's time to acknowledge the ownership. We both know how shockingly accurate I am when it comes to describing your deepest fetishes. I've had you come to Me
in emails and messages, just shocked at how closely My words paint the picture that you could never articulate before. Someone finally hit the nail on the head.

So get on your knees. Literally and figuratively. Worship The Goddess - just as fools believe jesus will absolve them of their sins and give them a purpose in life, as fallible mortals, so too
shall you find salvation in Me. Come to Truth. Come to Light that understands your darkness. Embrace the word "loser" not as some sort of precise measurement that you can't identify with, but as an
overarching term for "beta." "worshiper." "unworthy." "sinner." Stop getting so hung up on semantics, get your forehead to the floor, and

Once you embrace your inferiority, you are free to be fully engulfed by The Goddess. It will relieve you of your existential chains and embrace you in the sweet bondage of service and submission.
Accept it.

Hear Me speak to your deepest fears and insecurities. Listen to the truth that you know is real, but when it is spoken aloud by Me, with perfect accuracy, becomes devastating to the core. I
am inside your brain. I always have been. It's time to acknowledge the ownership. We both know how shockingly accurate I am when it comes to describing your deepest fetishes. I've had you come to Me
in emails and messages, just shocked at how closely My words paint the picture that you could never articulate before. Someone finally hit the nail on the head.

So get on your knees. Literally and figuratively. Worship The Goddess - just as fools believe jesus will absolve them of their sins and give them a purpose in life, as fallible mortals, so too
shall you find salvation in Me. Come to Truth. Come to Light that understands your darkness. Embrace the word "loser" not as some sort of precise measurement that you can't identify with, but as an
overarching term for "beta." "worshiper." "unworthy." "sinner." Stop getting so hung up on semantics, get your forehead to the floor, and

If you missed the party last year, now's your chance to have a fucking BLAST this year!

Well, it’s New Year’s
Eve, and you’ve chosen to spend it with Moi. Good choice. It's not like you have anywhere to go, anyway. Who would invite you to a party? They’d probably just whisper about your half-chub the whole
time. They all know you’re a pervert. So, we’re going to play a New Year’s game. The thing is, I want you to time it exactly to the cou ntdown. When it comes time for the countdown, I want you to
pause this video. Then, at 11:59:50pm, push play. Are you ready to start off 2017 with a BANG? I am.

Let’s start by getting
you nice and hard first, because it’s more fun when the pain is mixed with pleasure….for me. Because I know it’s worse for you.

I want you to gather your materials:

a rubber
band/string/hair tie (although you probably don’t have a girlfriend, so forget the hair tie)

a pair of
safety scissors (just in case)

another
string

a heavy object
(preferably one that you can stack, such as a sandwich bag full of marbles that you can add one by one)

Do you see where I’m
going here? We’re going to do some ball weights. There’s a surprise at the end.

While I tease you, wrap
that rubber band around those danglers of yours. Make sure it won’t fall off! Jerk your dick while you tie the string around the rubber band, so it hangs down. Fasten the other end to your weight.
Make sure they’re on there securely, because it’s going to really suck if they fall off during the fun part. Hold the weights until I say to drop.

I love it when
you hurt yourself for me. I love seeing the things I can make you do. I love watching a grown man obey. For me. Just for me.

Yes, get that cock firm
for me. Are you ready to drop the weight? Do it. It should hurt, but only so much that you are very close to not being able to bear it. Not too light, but not so heavy that you can’t play.

Are you watching the
ball drop event? Good. I want you to jerk yourself while your balls dangle precariously. The tightness of your erection will bounce the balls quite nicely. Does it feel good? And bad?

Think about all you’ve
done this year. Jerked off, mostly. Think about what you’ve given me, how you’ve hurt yourself for me, how you’ve denied yourself for me. Think about how much fun we’ve had together. Next year, make
it a resolution to jerk off to me (whether I let you cum or not) every single day in 2017.

How do your balls feel
now? Flex a little bit, so it hurts more. Is it getting darker in color? But your dick is still hard as a rock? I bet you can’t wait until this pain culminates in an explosive climax. I
want you to enter the new year with a blast-off.

My nipples, my
side-boob, my legs, my ass, they’re going to carry you out of 2016, still leaving you in agony. This little exercise is the epitome of your year of CBT. Because I said so. The highest of your
lows.

Getting closer to the
countdown!

I want to see
you cry, ache, jump, and hurt.

Closer….

Swing ‘em just a little
bit more. I bet that hurts. Even when you stop, they keep swinging. Keep jerking!

Here’s the plan: you’re
going to punch those nuts with every single second of the countdown. As the ball drops, so do yours.

Pause.

Are you ready to
go?

Watch my ass bounce up
and down as you spend every second punching your balls! Make the last one the hardest! Don’t stop to compose yourself. Don’t hesitate because it hurts. Put your all into it! What are we going to do
in 2017? Well, you’re going to ice your balls, then jerk off every day. So go nurse your wounds and have a toast to Sarah DiAvola.

If you missed the party last year, now's your chance to have a fucking BLAST this year!

Well, it’s New Year’s
Eve, and you’ve chosen to spend it with Moi. Good choice. It's not like you have anywhere to go, anyway. Who would invite you to a party? They’d probably just whisper about your half-chub the whole
time. They all know you’re a pervert. So, we’re going to play a New Year’s game. The thing is, I want you to time it exactly to the cou ntdown. When it comes time for the countdown, I want you to
pause this video. Then, at 11:59:50pm, push play. Are you ready to start off 2017 with a BANG? I am.

Let’s start by getting
you nice and hard first, because it’s more fun when the pain is mixed with pleasure….for me. Because I know it’s worse for you.

I want you to gather your materials:

a rubber
band/string/hair tie (although you probably don’t have a girlfriend, so forget the hair tie)

a pair of
safety scissors (just in case)

another
string

a heavy object
(preferably one that you can stack, such as a sandwich bag full of marbles that you can add one by one)

Do you see where I’m
going here? We’re going to do some ball weights. There’s a surprise at the end.

While I tease you, wrap
that rubber band around those danglers of yours. Make sure it won’t fall off! Jerk your dick while you tie the string around the rubber band, so it hangs down. Fasten the other end to your weight.
Make sure they’re on there securely, because it’s going to really suck if they fall off during the fun part. Hold the weights until I say to drop.

I love it when
you hurt yourself for me. I love seeing the things I can make you do. I love watching a grown man obey. For me. Just for me.

Yes, get that cock firm
for me. Are you ready to drop the weight? Do it. It should hurt, but only so much that you are very close to not being able to bear it. Not too light, but not so heavy that you can’t play.

Are you watching the
ball drop event? Good. I want you to jerk yourself while your balls dangle precariously. The tightness of your erection will bounce the balls quite nicely. Does it feel good? And bad?

Think about all you’ve
done this year. Jerked off, mostly. Think about what you’ve given me, how you’ve hurt yourself for me, how you’ve denied yourself for me. Think about how much fun we’ve had together. Next year, make
it a resolution to jerk off to me (whether I let you cum or not) every single day in 2017.

How do your balls feel
now? Flex a little bit, so it hurts more. Is it getting darker in color? But your dick is still hard as a rock? I bet you can’t wait until this pain culminates in an explosive climax. I
want you to enter the new year with a blast-off.

My nipples, my
side-boob, my legs, my ass, they’re going to carry you out of 2016, still leaving you in agony. This little exercise is the epitome of your year of CBT. Because I said so. The highest of your
lows.

Getting closer to the
countdown!

I want to see
you cry, ache, jump, and hurt.

Closer….

Swing ‘em just a little
bit more. I bet that hurts. Even when you stop, they keep swinging. Keep jerking!

Here’s the plan: you’re
going to punch those nuts with every single second of the countdown. As the ball drops, so do yours.

Pause.

Are you ready to
go?

Watch my ass bounce up
and down as you spend every second punching your balls! Make the last one the hardest! Don’t stop to compose yourself. Don’t hesitate because it hurts. Put your all into it! What are we going to do
in 2017? Well, you’re going to ice your balls, then jerk off every day. So go nurse your wounds and have a toast to Sarah DiAvola.

I know it is not Boxing Day - Buy this anyway and have a grand holiday today!

Everyone who celebrates Boxing Day, around the world, has a vague and sometimes contradictory idea of why the fuck they get a day off and huge retail sales. So let's settle this once and for all:
Boxing day is for ball punching!

Let Me help you celebrate the holiday with a bang! Me, you, and your delicate little eggs are going to party!

Spread your legs, get settled in, and warm up those punching f.i.s.t.s. I'll tell you a story about Boxing Day, and I'll guide you through a festive fury of blows and pounds against your poor
little balls. Surrender them to My instruction, and let your knuckles become My servants against your testicles! Pow! Pow! Bang! Slam! OUCH! And then you get to see and hear Me
giggle like a sadistic sexy maniac each time you hurt yourself. When I get too excited to hold it in, I decide I want to punch your face, too! The operative word is "boxing," so
punching your stupid face counts as a gift for the season.

Speaking of gifts, you should go out with your sore groin and hobble into all of those stores to buy Me a bunch of things during those sales!

Ready? Let's go! Give Me those testicles so I can celebrate!

Get My EXCLUSIVE PHOTO SET from this video on My NEXOCAMS profile! They
will not be published elsewhere, ever.

I know it is not Boxing Day - Buy this anyway and have a grand holiday today!

Everyone who celebrates Boxing Day, around the world, has a vague and sometimes contradictory idea of why the fuck they get a day off and huge retail sales. So let's settle this once and for all:
Boxing day is for ball punching!

Let Me help you celebrate the holiday with a bang! Me, you, and your delicate little eggs are going to party!

Spread your legs, get settled in, and warm up those punching f.i.s.t.s. I'll tell you a story about Boxing Day, and I'll guide you through a festive fury of blows and pounds against your poor
little balls. Surrender them to My instruction, and let your knuckles become My servants against your testicles! Pow! Pow! Bang! Slam! OUCH! And then you get to see and hear Me
giggle like a sadistic sexy maniac each time you hurt yourself. When I get too excited to hold it in, I decide I want to punch your face, too! The operative word is "boxing," so
punching your stupid face counts as a gift for the season.

Speaking of gifts, you should go out with your sore groin and hobble into all of those stores to buy Me a bunch of things during those sales!

Ready? Let's go! Give Me those testicles so I can celebrate!

Get My EXCLUSIVE PHOTO SET from this video on My NEXOCAMS profile! They
will not be published elsewhere, ever.

Settle in for a month of brain washing and wallet training. One by one, My body parts will combine to form a whole force against your manhood. Before you realize what is happening, you will be
delightfully and confusingly enslaved to My powerful beauty.

For this week, you will view this video every single day, for 7 days. I suggest you watch it twice or three times per day, boys. And every time you watch it, you will be
compelled to spend. A bit here, a bit there, and the worship will start to flow like fine wine. Follow My gentle commands; they will ring in your brain like the voices of a thousand choir singers.
Every day. Every day. Every day.

Let yourself become entranced by MY BREASTS. Plump, firm-yet-soft, heaving with each breath, bursting out of My lacy top, spilling out the sides and pressing against each other in the middle. I
massage and bounce them, because I know how they make you into a weak and pliable, horny man. I get what I want with My tits, and you are no exception. You are another drooling, helpless victim. This
week, every day, you will be pulled deeper and deeper into the trap, and you will stop struggling right away. Resistance is not only futile, it is unsavory. Pay your respects to your Goddess and Her
Holy Hills, every single day. Brand it into your brain. Let your mind simmer in the poisonous liqueur that is My breasts. Get soaked. Get rinsed.

Settle in for a month of brain washing and wallet training. One by one, My body parts will combine to form a whole force against your manhood. Before you realize what is happening, you will be
delightfully and confusingly enslaved to My powerful beauty.

For this week, you will view this video every single day, for 7 days. I suggest you watch it twice or three times per day, boys. And every time you watch it, you will be
compelled to spend. A bit here, a bit there, and the worship will start to flow like fine wine. Follow My gentle commands; they will ring in your brain like the voices of a thousand choir singers.
Every day. Every day. Every day.

Let yourself become entranced by MY BREASTS. Plump, firm-yet-soft, heaving with each breath, bursting out of My lacy top, spilling out the sides and pressing against each other in the middle. I
massage and bounce them, because I know how they make you into a weak and pliable, horny man. I get what I want with My tits, and you are no exception. You are another drooling, helpless victim. This
week, every day, you will be pulled deeper and deeper into the trap, and you will stop struggling right away. Resistance is not only futile, it is unsavory. Pay your respects to your Goddess and Her
Holy Hills, every single day. Brand it into your brain. Let your mind simmer in the poisonous liqueur that is My breasts. Get soaked. Get rinsed.